Daily Republican. [volume] ([Wilmington, Del.]) 1874-1890, 1887-03-09
a Chicago Drummer,s Fxper,enoe.

I've always made 1t rule" said
Chicago commercial traveller who had
just come In from an extended tour
through 1.-THE TAR west, "to be polite
and civil to every one / meet while
out on the road. 1t pays in the long
run and saves heap of trouble. But
sometimes it is pretty rough on ones
pride, and the sacrifices a fellow has
to make in behalf of peace and good
will are irighttully CALLING. About
three weeks ago was at Globe, A. 7.
With another commercial traveller II
visited notorious saloon in town,
about which l had heard q good deal
We went in out of pure curiosity, and,
going up to the bar, called for drinks.
A rough looking man was standing
next the wall, about fifteen feet away.
He sang out, in very unpleasant
voice:
II say, stranger, amt ye goin' to in
vite me ter drink with YET"
mot happening to feel very gener-
Gus, or like being imposed upon,
said No. and my friend and raised
our glasses to our lips. Instantly a
pistol report was heard--a good, loud
one. too-which naturally startled me,
and caused me to suspend drinking
operations until could recover from
my as'onishment. When l looked at
my glass / found no liquor in it. but it
was cracked and perforated. A bullet
had gone through i'll
"Bartender,' said |, give me
another glass of whisky. This Is no
good
You'll pay for it'' he inquired.
"'Ceriainly," said |
again | raised the glass toward
my lips. My hand was not more
than three inches from the top OF
the bar when there was another
pistol shot. The glass was shattered
into dozen pieces. At this
juncture | began 10 understand the
game. My blood was up, and called
Tor third glass. 1t was broken as
the others had been. | was frightened
nearly out of my boots and expected
TO get Killed at the next shot, but
was mad, and kept on calling for
glasses until no less than five had been
broken in my hand. On the sixth
felt sharp pang in one Of my fingers.
| looked and saw that the bullet had
| plowed a furrow half its diameter
across the top of my forefinger. But
the glass was sound and the liquor in
it. raised the glass with triumph
ant flourish toward the sharpshooter
and drank the liquor. He came right
up TO me, held out his hand and ex-
| claimed
That's on me, pard. pay for all
| them drinks, an now take another
with me. Thet's the fust time in a
coon's age I've missed glass, though
t mought be tibet I've hurt some o.
the boys hands leetle. You's the
iust man tibet ever held up more n two
glasses on me. The fust shot centrally
makes 'em weaken. | like yei nerve,
young man. Let's hey suthin' more
on me-
This fellow, who was one OF tie
most wonderful sharpshooters / ever
saw, practiccd that sort Of target work
every day, they told mt. 1t was his
regular amusement. Ninety nine
times out o: hundred he got his
drinks for nothing, but whenever he
missed glass or wounded man ht
paid for the drinks himself and did the
square thing all around. During the
remainder of my stay IN Globe he
treated me tirst-ciass and you can bel
other people did, too, when he was
with me. That man has had severa
big offers to come East Gnd shoot il
public, but he prefers staying out there
living off his share in the mine and
amusing himself shooting between
fingers at whisky glasses"